The ongoing evolution of 4wrdthnkndad and his blog.

9 minutes to go

I want to try something different. I have less than 9 minutes till my next appointment. So I want to see what I will write about before they arrive. I’m feeling both anxious and urgent to be productive. It’s probably like being at home with both of my parents at the same time. I’m waiting for something. I keep picturing J in his burgundy sleeveless Nike shirt. He looked older. I felt like I could see what he’ll look like in 10 years. They both seem so much bigger and older than I remember myself ever being. Even in pictures, I look littler and younger at the same age. This is starting to feel like a silly exercise.

On the train coming to work, I thought about a number of things. I was impressed that J wanted to confess to Ry that during a play date, his friend TO smashed one of Ry’s WWF toys. I really admired him for his honesty. He went right towards the situation and told Ry. When my wife told me about the situation the night before, she was concerned Ry would be pretty upset. I didn’t think the toy meant that much to him, so I simply responded by tossing it behind the couch. I went with the “wait till he finds it, then we’ll deal with it approach.” My wife was a bit shocked that I felt free enough to do that, but she didn’t fight it. And we went back to hearing Hillary Clinton being interviewed by Wolf Blitzer on CNN.

J’s George Washington, “I can not tell a lie. I chopped down the cherry tree,” approach made me proud of him. Ry’s response to hearing about the broken toy was to engage in a dialogue about it, followed by smashing the other part of the toy in to many pieces to understand what made that experience so thrilling for T.O.